being and reshaped it into something new, something untamed, something knowing and powerful.
Then it all exploded in a sea of sparkles, wrenching cries from her throat, her body arched and bucked beneath the solid heat of him.
And as the conflagration of flames eased, her whole being was lost, afloat in a mystic sea of soft, dark downy feathers.
Her body relaxed, sliding back onto the mussed sheets, her man above her, and a lethargy that she had never experienced, an unimagined lassitude, filling her.
She was no longer a virgin! The big V was well and truly smashed to bits!
She inhaled and grinned as something tickled her nose.
She opened her eyes, staring into the fathomless black eyes of her Chan relaxing, his damp, warm weight settled comfortably on top of her while a downy darkness floated all around them.
But…but…the feathers! They were real!
Laney blinked once and lifted her head, her brow wrinkled in confusion
It was snowing! It was snowing soft, spicy-scented black feathers.
She looked at Chan, who stared back at her sheepishly.
“Um, Laney?” he breathed, rolling to the side, not letting her out of his arms or his sight—but something of a serious mien had settled about him. “There is something that I have to tell you.
Chan roared his release, feeling everything in him turn inside out as his orgasm made his cock swell, then explode, beating her inner chambers with his blood-hot seed.
His ass flexed, and his muscles ached, and the final hold on his humanity broke.
Chan sensed his body, not shift, but revel in the finding of a mate!
His instincts were so strong, his inner self so ecstatic, that it had to show its joy in a burst of celebratory magic.
In that one instance, Chan knew he began to molt, felt his body cast off his old feathers, his old life, and begin anew as a truly whole and complete being.
In a flash, his skin parted, forcing the old feathers of his youth towards the outside, making way for the silky down of an adult Tengu.
Chan’s soul soured, realizing what had happened; his mind filled with emotions that he could not even lay a name to, and tears filled his eyes.
Complete! He was complete. His Laney-kitten had completed him!
Now…he had to… explain about the feathers.
He opened his eyes to see Laney staring intently into his, a lack of understanding clearly on her face.
He stuttered out the only thing that he could as he slid his weight off her, but refused to let his mate out of his embrace.
“Laney, there is something that I have to tell you.”
“Feathers?” Her voice had grown raspy from all the screaming, but at least the afterglow was apparently keeping her from panicking.
“Um, yes. There are feathers.”
She raised her hand and slowly plucked one feather out of his hair, staring at it before turning to face him again.
“Feathers?”
“They are beyond maturity and no longer needed.”
“You molted?”
“Something after a fashion,” he allowed, praying that the screaming would not start at least until he had time to explain.
“You toss off feathers?”
“Yes.”
“After sex?” Her eyebrow rose in an eerie simulation of his own favorite gesture. “All of these pillows, they are stuffed from your feathers?”
“Yes.”
She stared at him for a moment and then nodded as if confirming something to herself.
“Cool.”
Laney closed her eyes, trying not to chuckle at the shocked expression on his face. Her Chan was adorable.
“You…are unafraid?”
“Yes,” she said, her answer parroting his words from earlier.
“Don’t you wonder what I am?” He seemed more confused than upset.
“I assume some kind of bird…?”
“I am a Tengu.” He nudged her shoulder, and Laney opened her eyes.
“That explains the nose.” She nodded, then snuggled down against Chan, smiling as the feathers seemed to exude a heat all of their own. The bed was now perfect, a warm-scented nest that smelled of the both of them.
“And…and you are not
Then it all exploded in a sea of sparkles, wrenching cries from her throat, her body arched and bucked beneath the solid heat of him.
And as the conflagration of flames eased, her whole being was lost, afloat in a mystic sea of soft, dark downy feathers.
Her body relaxed, sliding back onto the mussed sheets, her man above her, and a lethargy that she had never experienced, an unimagined lassitude, filling her.
She was no longer a virgin! The big V was well and truly smashed to bits!
She inhaled and grinned as something tickled her nose.
She opened her eyes, staring into the fathomless black eyes of her Chan relaxing, his damp, warm weight settled comfortably on top of her while a downy darkness floated all around them.
But…but…the feathers! They were real!
Laney blinked once and lifted her head, her brow wrinkled in confusion
It was snowing! It was snowing soft, spicy-scented black feathers.
She looked at Chan, who stared back at her sheepishly.
“Um, Laney?” he breathed, rolling to the side, not letting her out of his arms or his sight—but something of a serious mien had settled about him. “There is something that I have to tell you.
Chan roared his release, feeling everything in him turn inside out as his orgasm made his cock swell, then explode, beating her inner chambers with his blood-hot seed.
His ass flexed, and his muscles ached, and the final hold on his humanity broke.
Chan sensed his body, not shift, but revel in the finding of a mate!
His instincts were so strong, his inner self so ecstatic, that it had to show its joy in a burst of celebratory magic.
In that one instance, Chan knew he began to molt, felt his body cast off his old feathers, his old life, and begin anew as a truly whole and complete being.
In a flash, his skin parted, forcing the old feathers of his youth towards the outside, making way for the silky down of an adult Tengu.
Chan’s soul soured, realizing what had happened; his mind filled with emotions that he could not even lay a name to, and tears filled his eyes.
Complete! He was complete. His Laney-kitten had completed him!
Now…he had to… explain about the feathers.
He opened his eyes to see Laney staring intently into his, a lack of understanding clearly on her face.
He stuttered out the only thing that he could as he slid his weight off her, but refused to let his mate out of his embrace.
“Laney, there is something that I have to tell you.”
“Feathers?” Her voice had grown raspy from all the screaming, but at least the afterglow was apparently keeping her from panicking.
“Um, yes. There are feathers.”
She raised her hand and slowly plucked one feather out of his hair, staring at it before turning to face him again.
“Feathers?”
“They are beyond maturity and no longer needed.”
“You molted?”
“Something after a fashion,” he allowed, praying that the screaming would not start at least until he had time to explain.
“You toss off feathers?”
“Yes.”
“After sex?” Her eyebrow rose in an eerie simulation of his own favorite gesture. “All of these pillows, they are stuffed from your feathers?”
“Yes.”
She stared at him for a moment and then nodded as if confirming something to herself.
“Cool.”
Laney closed her eyes, trying not to chuckle at the shocked expression on his face. Her Chan was adorable.
“You…are unafraid?”
“Yes,” she said, her answer parroting his words from earlier.
“Don’t you wonder what I am?” He seemed more confused than upset.
“I assume some kind of bird…?”
“I am a Tengu.” He nudged her shoulder, and Laney opened her eyes.
“That explains the nose.” She nodded, then snuggled down against Chan, smiling as the feathers seemed to exude a heat all of their own. The bed was now perfect, a warm-scented nest that smelled of the both of them.
“And…and you are not
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